Glassjaw - Pink roses
You like to carry my heart
In a bag that's broken.
You're asking when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker than my father's soul.
Drunk enough to raise us all.
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Nomad, drowning Rat.
Black, black,
So black you cant even grasp the fact.
Blacker than a begger's soul.
Rich enough to raise us all. Lead with your need as god decends
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Cold to the ground, what gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
I wanna drink you. Scare you.
Fuck you and film you.
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
In a bag that's broken.
You're asking when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker than my father's soul.
Drunk enough to raise us all.
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Nomad, drowning Rat.
Black, black,
So black you cant even grasp the fact.
Blacker than a begger's soul.
Rich enough to raise us all. Lead with your need as god decends
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
Cold to the ground, what gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
I wanna drink you. Scare you.
Fuck you and film you.
Pink, pink
Roses, roses
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